Lyrics

Now the sailboat was a schooner, three masted forty ton
she was seventy four foot by eighteen, man she could run!
so we headed out from Falmouth beneath the burning sun
with the headwinds flapping in the topsail

I'm a rainmakin' man,
I love the feel of soft sand
and the whipping salt breeze in and out of my hands
in long ages ago with a hey nonny no
to Nantucket and the vineyards of Martha

Now the ship she was a wench and they called her Liberté
and the captain knew her well and he loved her from the first day
I with my lady fair, reclined, enchanted we
and the wild prevailing winds were approaching

I'm a rainmakin' man
Iove the feel of soft sand
and the whipping salt breeze in and out of my hands
in long ages ago, with a hey nonny no
to Nantucket and the vineyards of Martha